An Argentine stallion takes the stage, his audience nonexistent but his performance no less intense. He's a solo artist, a one-man show, and his instrument of choice is his own pulsating flesh. With a grip as firm as his resolve, he strokes, his body undulating in a dance as old as time. His eyes roll back, lost in the pleasure he's creating, his moans filling the void around him. He's a study in contrast, his body taut with tension, yet his touch is soft, coaxing the pleasure from his body with expert finesse.